I'm walking into oblivion
With nothing but my thoughts
To keep me company
I'm thinking about the
Past ages of which there are
Many, but of the future of
Which there is none until
We get there, then it becomes
The present, and the future
Is now waiting ahead of us,
Small and unknowing we
Walk ahead,
One foot in front of the other
As we walk into the
OBLIVION! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading one...kep up the good work Kathryn